Your father's return was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but instead, it had brought only horrors.

Morax was the only thing standing between you and the bottomless pit of madness. His grip was vise-like, holding you down with an unbearable force. It was as if a black hole had swallowed you whole, pulling you down with an incomprehensible suction.

And yet, Morax's piercing gaze was all that stood between you and the abyss.

As tears streamed down your face, Morax's voice seemed to echo in your ear: "Hush." It was a command, one that left you feeling utterly powerless. You wanted to resist, to fight back, but his hold was too strong.

You could feel your chest tightening, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The darkness was consuming you slowly, yet all you could do was stare into Morax's piercing eyes and endure the pain.